If you knew you had one week to live, what would you do, where would you go, who would you see?
Submitted by normatheartist
If I had one week to live, I would take Baby C and my husband and go home to California, primarily to spend time with my parents and my childhood friends. (This, of course, is provided I’m the only one dying, and that my husband and baby are going to survive me.) I would also ask my sister to come out with my nieces (which, if I were dying, I know I wouldn’t even need to ask of her).
I would ask all my friends and family to write letters to Baby C with stories about me, and I would spend the week, probably by the beach, writing my memoirs to pass along to my son. Since I wouldn’t be hung up on editing for grammar, syntax, or semantics, there’s no telling how much I would write. (And, since I was dying, anyway, I wouldn’t bother to try and sleep.)
I would try to scrapbook as much of my pictures and memorabilia as I could. And, since I would have such a limited amount of time to do it, it would probably be much easier, since I wouldn’t be hung up on the perfection thing.
I would spend one day clearing out my closet and getting rid of as much of my things as I could, so my husband wouldn’t be tempted to hold on to them. (I would keep my wedding dress, though. Baby C’s future bride might want to wear it, if her name starts with an E.)
Basically, I would wrap up the loosest ends and devote as much time to my family as possible.
And I would hold on to Baby C with all my might.